They – August 5, 2019

A few minutes ago.

They used the word they,

across a gaggle.

Is this fair, I thought,

Can this be?

How many they’s

have included me?

Misperceptions strewn,

spattered on a canvas.

Portraits painted

Abstractly,

Unrecognizable,

to the familiar heart.

Grouping does no justice.

To the many souls

Spicy to my tongue,

Who boast round edges

And wild hair.

They are them,

And I will always

be me.

There should never be

A they,

But realistically.

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